"Trap House 3, got a K with me
And three young niggaz that stay with me
Hope these niggaz don't play with me
Hope these niggaz don't play with me
Hope these niggaz don't play with me
cause my MAK-90 stay with me
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap"

You expected lyricism? Then you don't know Gucci. You expected intelligence?
Then you don't know
Gucci. Occasionally he makes a catchy hit song thanks
to knowing a few good producers, and I suppose by this point
you'd have to call his mush-mouthed lazy vocal delivery a
"unique style." If you really want to stretch the truth you
could even call it "charismatic," though that implies he
has energy. Most of the time his rap style is devoid of it.
He raps like he's drunk off cough syrup, smoked a whole bag,
got frozen in a block of ice while all high and fucked up,
was thawed out, and took a hit of laughing gas while
still half frozen - and immediately went in the studio to
record his vocals that way. He's the epitome of the rap
punchline "even your tongue'll fuck around and leave your mouth." The bad news is there's a whole
hour of this. The good news is he has guest stars.

A cameo by Wiz Khalifa results in the album's best lyrical
performance for "Nuthin On Ya." Unfortunately other than Rick
Ross the other guests don't hold up - I guess it wasn't good
news after all. It's a steep fall off from those two to 2
Chainz, and when you go from there to Chief Keef it's a wrap.
It's not worth discussing cameos beyond that. As mentioned
though Gucci Mane does have some nice beats here and there.
Drumma Boy's "Fuck With Me" is okay - it won't go down as his
best work but on this album it's a highlight. Lex Luger's
heavily synthesized "Can't Trust Her" is a good one, but the
damn singing on it makes me wish it was an instrumental only.
And credit where it's due, both the Wiz Khalifa song and
the single "Thirsty" are produced by C4 & DJ Spinz.

Unfortunately the lyrics kill this song. "Broke bitch, grew
up in the hood, eating fish sticks/Hood bitch, thankin she
the shit, but you ain't bitch." The song is absolutely the
lowest common denominator of misogyny, to a point even a
honest-to-God crack whore would slap him for how he talks
about women. In Gucci's world they can suck, fuck or earn
him a buck, and if they can't do any of the above they are
"thirsty ass thirsty ass thirsty ass hoes" not worth shit.
I wish there was some way to justify this as art, but that
requires there to be artistic vision and a creative process.
There is none for Gucci. You talk about how much dope you
sell, how many drugs you do, and how many women you screw.
It's the same formula over and over again. He can literally
sleepwalk his way through a "Trap House" album. He does here.